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Message from artist Igor M.
Hello :)
My name is Igor and since few years I work as a building caretaker. What it means is that I have to let the right people in, keep the wrong people off the property. Like security, with the twist that I actually occupy the buildings I take care of. Needless to say, self-isolation is my bread and butter.
It took many turns for me; liberation, depression, bliss, apathy, etc... All in all, turns out that self-isolation is one of the greatest tests of our self-discipline and an opportunity to discover ourselves and work on our daily routine. Once you don't have to do (virtually) anything, everything is totally up to you.
In my case, across these years I had better and worse moments of self-disciplining and creativity. Due that time I started to work on my own comic which is supposed to become more of a comic book franchise with many crossing plot lines. I'd love to invite other authors to participate, because the story is based on an idea for a book that I used to write before I switched the medium (too make this long story short) and there's probably enough content for a loooot of comics. So contact me somehow if you like to know more and participate :)
Ok, I'm done plugging my project here, let's get back to the relevance of this content to what the Quaratasia is about. It's simple - this is what I do now during the lockdown. But wait, there's a twist to it! See, as I mentioned I had many ups and downs with my discipline and thus my creativity. My comic went through many hiatuses and the last one finished recently after many months of me trying to just get on with it (yeah, I know, phrased this way it's not a very good motivation to do anything xD). And what actually made me stopp being a little crybaby and do my thing? All these amazing people that suddenly found themselves in a position similar to my day-to-day routine, staying at home all the time and showing me how to handle your shit like a badass mofo! It's thanks to YOU being put in such extraordinary circumstances that I finally found my misplaced motivation ('cause it's not like I lot it completely... I still had plenty of it for procrastination xD).
Anyway, hope you're staying safe people, keep being awesome end expressive and make art no matter how big or small, it all matters!
Contact Igor on: tricksteratops@gmail.com
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Analogue photography series by @2cry4luv about bodies navigating unknown spaces.
Natural scenarios that are unknown to the body.
Shield
1. The Great Journey + 2. Shield , poured fluid acrylics by @nancywoodartist
These artworks depicts our journey, by staying at home, towards safety as we travel together in the biggest team effort the world has ever seen. Stay aboard until we meet again at our safe destination.
Shield: Here is my interpretation of a Coronavirus shield. No virus could ever get past this
Social Distancing
Social Distancing Poem by Peter van Egeren
Photograph by artofinvi
Social Distancing
“Unwise to leave Vienna at this time.”
This is how her message read.
His heart ached at the distance,
and the shattered prospect of her visit.
His medical studies in Edinburgh,
and plain common sense,
assured him of her truth.
It is unwise to travel during a pandemic.
The planes were in the air,
but there was much afloat.
Caution must prevail.
All was as it needed to be, he thought.
Or was it?
While love and wisdom are seldom co-conspirators,
technology makes them foes.
Her message contained no suggestion of regret.
It lay naked like a corpse,
no emotional content.
No salutatory Bussi, a painful omission,
an Austrian slight akin to dropping a cigarette butt
in a lover’s coffee when leaving a cafe.
The science of emojis emerged before his eyes,
like anatomy from the books he absorbed
into the wee hours
of the lonely Lothian nights.
There emerged in him a sensitivity to nuance,
but she left nothing to be examined,
nothing to dissect.
He understood her coyness, their love so young and new.
With this message, she demanded distance,
he concluded.
Something in her had changed.
Something in her environment had changed.
No mind is capable of creating horror
better than the mind of a jilted lover.
The villain was a peacock,
and the peacock’s name was Dylan,
a bloviating fool if ever he knew one.
If she wanted that stupid, rich fop,
she could have him.
She would rue the day
that she kicked this butterfly out of her web
to feast on fattened flies.
“Love you” heart emoji was her second message
five hours later.
He would not see it for two days
and a bottle of Polish vodka later.
upside down groove
Two talented Vivaldi sisters collaborating and keeping creative in quarantine in a groovy upside down photoshoot: model and knitwear by @ellivivaldi , photography by @vivavivachiara .
Beam of light
drawing by @miles_art beams of light .
Tiny lockdown sketches
Tiny lockdown sketches & more by @lewisrossignol .
Sound healing
Today sound-immersion by Musician, Composer and Multi-instrumentalist @marcosubedamusic • music meditation • “Now that we are forced to put our normal lives on hold, and stay at home, we have the possibility and time to connect with our inner self, to meditate, to reflect, to feel. We have refuge from the usual fast paced daily lives. Use these days to heal yourself, to connect with the gift of the present. Music is a beautiful way to connect and to ground. Enjoy the journey.” •
Check out his sound healing channel Peaceful Mind for more sound healing journeys and meditations : https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC8dcEoTE9Q8A7zqmt3fCv9g?view_as=subscriber peaceful mind:
Find online more sound healing Journeys by Marcos.
Dystopian
°QUARANTINE°
°QUARANTINE° - by @stefanodili .
°QUARANTINE° - Self Portrait
°QUARANTINE° - Self Portrait - by @stefanodili
Miniature Portraits
Incredible miniature watercolour portraits by @alvaro_lopez_awk 1. Little watercolor sketch 9x11 cm. 2. 10x8 cm. .
Sátiro Murals
Wonderful mural by @alvaro_lopez_awk from Granada. As his city, and all of Spain sleeps, his murals breathe on empty roads. citizens of all of Spain gather every evening at 8 pm on their balconies and windows to applause the health care professionals and show gratitude, cheering each other up. .
Corona in the forest
Ink on Paper Doodle
“Corona in the forest” by blanka @blabla_ablanka
Art student and teacher, During these days She tries to be creative, experiment and support trough her art works.
The masked King of Toilet Paper
By @nicksawyers “The masked king of toilet paper, ripping out of his toilet paper castle. Driving his Purell injected, Corona bottle, butt stuff powered poo hot rod, doing toilet paper burnouts through all the asshole TP hoarding Costco customers, meanwhile flipping everyone off via live feed from a safe social distance.”
Kids in the mist vol. 01
Shot with Nikon D810 nikkor 70-200 mm 2.8 f/20 1/8000 25.600 iso double exposure set on camera
Kids in the mist vol. 01 @sarpkayali a post apocalyptic atmosphere in the air
Illusions
Illusions Series by @sarpkayali
During this time of quarantine let yourself embrace past shadows and struggles not faced .
Poem by @sarpkayali
Wounded in the hazy bright sun , Saved dreams eaten by the big, lazy wolf. Lingering on other’s mirrors. Big, lazy wolf is cruel, sly and slick. Ate all saved dreams for supper. Happily delivered for others. The Ones under the sunny bright sun. No fears and tears. Happy and busy. Busy to lick , dead for love. Lost for words. Rabbits in the cage. Sheep’s in the conquest. Wolves in shallows. Always hoping, fucking and yelling. Hugely flesh, nevertheless dreamer. Others stole un touched dreams to cook in a pod. Didn’t know how to swallow . Ate them live and raw. Grumpy mass had no bowels and lizzards. They cuddle, and fuck with the hope of digest . Drank precious wines with a hole in their bellies. Dead grapes cried loudly by rebelling their faiths. Uncouth ones cheered their gathering in worthless shining saturated desires. Ate and ate more with a hole in their bellies. Eyes were shaped as filthy jaws . Innocents bloods on their willing tongues. Wildly sensual but malcontent yet. Kept eating virgins, eagles and snakes, words and love with a hole in their bellies. Hunger was infinite at putrefy one’s desires, The ones with a hole in their bellies. Lifeless Jaws Ate every possible prey on promised sunny abundance. Kept eating till they crave for their own mirrors. Soulless blind jaws with no mirrors , finally ate their forger loves which, promised to be infinite.
Corona Crocus
"Corona Crocus" 2020
14 x 17 in.
Pencil on paper.
Corona Crocus By @claytonsart “Spring has arrived, but hardly anyone is outside to see it. Went for a bike ride with my neighbour. I didn't see a single flower. No Nascissus, no crocuses. The flowers, too, are keeping their social distance.” Maybe the flowers are waiting, in a point where time stands still. Getting some breathing space.